Desperate dimples

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My bed then theirs again

You end up in my quilted covers all over again

Knocking on my door, more like slamming with frustration

Blood being replaced by alcohol at night and tears in the morning

I don't let myself sleep those nights

My house being your home for the nights to come

Alone

I lay alone your arms are too empty to hold me

Just incase you don't know

I love you and the comfort you find in my bed

The sheets, my body and your over concern that leads to trails drying on your cheeks

If I could continue poking those dimples every desperate morning

I will be fine

Till you find another bed to replace the comfort of my home

A/N - hey guys I edited this because I didn't wanna add another stupid chapter. I wanted to thank you guys for 1k views didn't expect it to get that far at all especially since most of this book is cringe to me :3 thanks guys have a nice day

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